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Bequest [MultiFormat]
eBook by Lisa Ann McLean
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eBook Category: Fantasy
eBook Description: To pass from one world into another, what does it take? Courage? Determination? Faith? Love? Tangea had a premonition that something was wrong with her world, and she thoroughly expected to have her unicorn send her the message she had been waiting for: "Now, Tangea. It is our turn". When it comes, she tells herself she is ready, that she could handle any obstacle that awaits her. When the obstacle comes in the form of Taynan, however, everything changes. Suddenly, she is not so sure of herself. Suddenly, she is questioning her choices, her loyalties, and--worst of all--her faith. And now, she must begin her journey... Bequest is an epic fantasy set in a time when history crumbles from the glory of Rome to the scattered chaos of the Dark Ages, a time when the Ylfs, the unicorns, and the rest of the creatures of magic feel their own world splintering and fragmenting, and the last seven unicorns must journey through the world of men and gather at the secret, hidden place where the Angel stands. There, they will work the final spell that will bring all of the creatures of magic to a place where magic still lives. Since her youth, the Ylf Tangea Ash has been trained to protect Silverwood the unicorn for just this moment and she is certain that she is more than prepared. Then the sorcerer Taynan of the Shadows disrupts all of that. Taynan: the one Ylf who--before tragedy had changed him--had once been her closest friend and greatest love. Desiring a unicorn horn to protect himself against the very spell the unicorns intend to cast, Taynan sets himself against Silverwood. This unexpected turn of events suddenly makes Taynan Tangea's mortal enemy. Shaken and alone with Silverwood in the hostile world of men, Tangea does not feel as prepared for her journey as she had thought. And Taynan will stop at nothing to steal Silverwood's horn. Nothing--not even the love he and Tangea had once shared. The love that is betraying them both
eBook Publisher: Double Dragon Publishing/Double Dragon eBooks, Published: Double Dragon Publishing Inc., 2008
Fictionwise Release Date: February 2008
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [2.1 MB], eReader (PDB) [340 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [342 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [307 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [446 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [320 KB], hiebook (KML) [814 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [455 KB], iSilo (PDB) [288 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [369 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [426 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [467 KB]
Words: 105547
Reading time: 301-422 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 1-55404-535-5
 
Chapter 1 The Call. Doubts Arise. The Exile Returns. A breeze blew. It rushed across miles of green and gold forest, rustling leaves and branches, fur and feathers. Onward ... onward ... The trees it passed became older, denser, and the aura of the forest it now breathed through seemed to quicken the breeze, and it became stronger, swishing through the underbrush, sifting through it, seeking ... More forest. More trees. Then a clearing, and the twinkling of water on rocks. Gaining a burst of energy, it breathed again, rising in intensity for just a moment as it kissed the blushed cheek of the golden-haired girl who knelt there. Then, as if a message had been delivered, the wind calmed. • • • There was something wrong. The small Ylfish girl who had reached this grim observation knelt peacefully by the waters of a crystal stream. She had been sitting, silent and unmoving, for almost an hour, intently watching the dappled sun-drops on the water, thinking while the wind played with her golden hair. Wrong ... wrong ... wrong. Finally moving, she tilted her head up and squinted at the blazing afternoon sun. This was not a day for grim observations. Bright and warm, the sun laid its gentle rays on her smooth, young face, and she closed her large, green eyes, letting the heat spread over her. The breeze wafted playfully through her hair again -- the breath of a lovely Indian summer that seemed to promise an unending season of long days and green life as it dug its fingernails into the warmest of the seasons, refusing to let her leave. But ... She turned away from the comforting rays of the sun and opened her eyes. They were still pensive in an unsmiling face that still wore the same troubled expression it had worn when she arrived here almost an hour ago. She had come here because she felt ... no, she knew ... that there was something wrong. Her body felt it, had been feeling it for probably a very long time now, and it seemed only today that it would no longer be denied. A ... weakening, as if she were ... fading, or ... Lacking words to utter that would encompass her emotion -- and having no one else present to express them to anyway -- she instead let out an exasperated fweet of breath. No more could the weakness be shrugged off as not enough sleep, or winter rest coming on. This was not normal -- it was wrong. They were dying. The fact that they were dying, however, was not so much a revelation in itself. She had been toying with this idea for weeks now. In fact, she had come here to sort out all of the toying she had been doing. After all, she was not the first one to notice the weakness and the tiredness among her people. It was the combination of this with the other things she had been noticing: The instability of the weather. The disease appearing (in small patches) on the leaves of the trees and plants in the Deep Woods. The strange behaviour of the Shedek. It all added up to one thing: the magic was ending. The one main sign the Prophecy pointed to as coming to pass before ... Before the Keepers had to be called. And then she remembered that several people had been disappearing lately as well. Several people her age. Had she been anyone but who she was, this revelation would have provided nothing but something more to discuss at temple. But because she was Tangea Ash, it sat with her like a dark companion -- a companion she had not merely expected, but awaited with a sort of excited dread. So, if that's the case, she thought, then ... why? Maybe she wasn't listening hard enough. Abruptly, she closed her eyes and banished everything else from her mind. Now, Silverwood ... Nothing. Clenching her fists and teeth in stark disappointment, she tried not to mentally scream at Silverwood. There couldn't be nothing! She was not wrong! No, wait ... Something. It was like an explosion of brightness in a part of her mind that she had forgotten about, or that had been asleep until then. The brightness fanned out, rippling into her awareness, and was suddenly linked with such certainty that it made Tangea gasp. No, Tangea, you are not wrong. And so now -- now, it is your turn. The voice almost shook her with its resonance, so brilliant and alive that she thought, surely she is standing right next to me. But her logic knew Silverwood wasn't. Her Shasti, Silverwood, spoke to her mind, finally calling her. And then it was gone, but leaving in its wake the brightness, alive forever to the magic now. Quivering with the residue of power, Tangea sat back. When her eyes finally opened, they were hard with resolution. So, Silverwood, it's finally my turn ... our turn. She stood up and remained still for only a moment longer before breaking into a sudden and full run. Back to the village -- to the High Priest. Copyright © 2008 Lisa Ann McLean.
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